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Robot Affliction

Kiss kiss smack me on the lips
Tangled thoughts and deciphered conversation
I thought this shit was supposed to cause me bliss
I think Morse Code would work better than these incantations

Robot one to Robot two do you read me?
No I didn’t think so.
This Tin Man existence seems more cowardly than that lions.
A brain does a lot but a heart seems worth trying.

Robot one to Robot two do you read me?
I sent smoke signals with my cigarette but I haven’t heard back.
I tried to say hello but I think I spelled go.
And now, I’ve finished my pack. 

Robot two to Robot one do you read me?
Come in Robot One.

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